The frown passed from Brenda's face. The two young people mounted their horses, and the groom walked back to the stable.
"Have a good time!" shouted one of the girls, as the two riders started off.
"The same to you!" cried Arthur.
"Ah, me!" exclaimed Brenda, as they rode on, "I feel so old when I look at those Sellers girls. Why, they are almost in long dresses now, and I can remember when they were in baby carriages."
"Well, even I would rather wear a long dress any day than a baby carriage," responded Arthur. "There, look out!" for they were turning a corner, and two or three bicyclists came suddenly upon them. Brenda avoided the bicyclists, crossed the car tracks safely, and soon the two were trotting through the Fenway.
The foliage on the banks of the little stream was brilliant, and here and there were clumps of asters and other late flowers. They rode on in silence, and were well past the chocolate house before either spoke a word.
"Why so silent, fair sister-in-law?"
"Oh, I was only thinking."
"No wonder that you could not speak. I trust that you were thinking of me."
"To be frank," replied Brenda, "that is just what I was not doing. In fact I was thinking of a time when I did not know of your existence."